I learn a lot

When Mr. Johnson and I both calmed down, he shifted in his chair and pulled my towel from behind him. I reached out to take it, but rather he used it to wipe my spit off his cock. Once his cock was free of saliva, he gave me the towel and gestured for me to sit back in the chair next to him. He put his cock away and I sat down, still fully naked.

“How did that feel boy?” Mr. Johnson asked after a long pause.

“I… it…” I struggled to find the words.

Mr. Johnson scoffed. “That good? Well I should think it’s normal. You know black men from Sub-Saharan Africa have a natural pheromone, a power if you will. Mr. Smith has research it more than I have, but I can tell you it’s very powerful.”

“Really?” I was intrigued. “Just now, and when I tasted Mr. Smith’s black cock I felt… I felt…”

“Drunk? Many whites do. The pheromone helped our ancestors mate and prosper in Africa, but whites in Europe never evolved anything as powerful. As you said before, Europe is a cold place, so pheromones aren’t much help there.”

“So, I was drunk on your cock sir? For me it feels like a haze. I can think straight.”

“I would say so. Unfortunately, most whites can become ‘dickmatized’ when confronted with a black cock. It seems you are no different.”

“Wow. That’s so cool!” I smiled broadly and turned, innocently looking at Mr. Johnson with interest. “How else did we evolve differently?”

“Oh. Well, for one thing whites are physically weaker. Haven’t you noticed most sports starts are all black? Black men are just naturally stronger.”

“That makes sense,” I agreed.

“And your prostate is larger than mine, and it’s located closer to your bum hole making it easier to access.”

“My prostate?” I didn’t really understand.

Mr. Johnson reached over and tickled my stomach. “Stop it,” I laughed.

“Your prostate is around here,” Mr. Johnson moved his hand down and under my soft penis. I stopped laughing as he moved his thick finger in small circles around my taint. “Can you feel that?”

I got a pang of pleasure, and I began to pant. “So” pant “that” pant “is” pant “my prostate”.

“Yes. It feels good, no?” Mr. Johnson pulled his hand away, but my thighs instinctively clamped together around his wrist.

We looked at each other and laughed. “It did feel nice sir," I admitted.

“You can stimulate it more by inserting things into you bum hole, like fingers, toys, or even cocks.”

“Really?” I was totally amazed.

“Haven’t you noticed the white girls on Blacked.com? They can take black cocks in their asses and they love it. You could too if you wanted. It’s easy to stimulate the prostate of a white boy, but you need to be clean first.”

“What do you mean I need to be clean? Like take a shower?” I didn't understand.

“Well, when you go home tonight, I want you to google ‘how to douche’ and see for yourself. I’m a man of course so I don't need to clean myself in the same way. You on the other hand are a faggot.”

“Ok, I’ll look it up,” I smiled.

“Let’s make it your homework. Go home tonight, and over the weekend figure out how to douche. On Monday, when you come to swim, make sure you are nice and clean.”

“Yes sir,” I said, giving Mr. Johnson a salute and sticking out my tongue.

He didn’t respond. “It’s perfectly natural for a young white boy to be curious and play with his bum hole. You play with your little peepee after all,” Mr. Johnson tickled my small penis, and I giggled. “When Jamal touched your little boy butt yesterday it made you feel good, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, when Mr. Smith touched me like that I felt great!”

“Well, if you are all clean down there then he can touch you more, but you need to be clean outside and inside. Do you understand?”

“I do sir.”

We continued talking like that for a while. Mr. Johnson explained how whites tried to protect themselves from the pheromones of black man using segregation, but by now most whites had forgotten that. He also explained how my nipples were more sensitive than his, and how normal it was for me to be curious about big black cocks.

Eventually I went home without seeing Mr. Smith, but I had learned a lot from Mr. Johnson. I even had a homework assignment, figuring out how to douche.